Taken By The Mafia Lord

82 The Challenge

She was a good pretender, a perfect liar, and an actress. Marcel bet she didn’t even have to think twice about her excuse, it just flowed out of her mouth freely.

So he grabbed her hair, intending to show her that no one makes a fool out of him. He should show her pain. He was Marcel for Christ’s sake – yet what would mama think of him?

That thought hit Marcel like a brick to the head, what would his mother think if she saw the way he treated Arianna? She would be disappointed that was for sure.

But then, she was dead and he gave no fuck. If his mother had been so concerned about what he would turn out to be, she shouldn’t have left him. No, she shouldn’t have brought him into this world in the first place.

Then he looked into Arianna’s green eyes, those warm, cautious orbs that were curious of his plans for her. His gaze then moved to her lips, that wicked thing that poured the lies she told him.

If Arianna was going to lie to him, she should have wiped the dirt on her knees where she had probably fallen while escaping through the meadow. Marcel smirked, he was not a Mafia lord for nothing.

His gaze finally landed on her fair slender skin that had teased him all night. So he lowered his head and kissed her on the spot between her shoulder and neck.

“Marcel,” Arianna gasped his name, eyes widening from surprise and bliss.

Her frame shuddered and he forced her neck further back so he could kiss down from her jaw.

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She gasped from the attention he was giving her body because Marcel sure took his time. He used his tongue to trace her pulse from her jaw down to the collarbone and when he found her sweet point, he sucked there.

Arianna moaned. And froze afterward.

“No,” it turned out to be more of a whisper than a firm command. She had taken a stand that Marcel would not touch her anymore – at least without her permission.

But the male was not listening to her because he was still nipping her tender flesh and though it sent pleasant shocks to her body, she needed him to stop.

“Marcel!” Arianna pushed on his chest this time to show she was serious.

Marcel didn’t want to, he didn’t want to stop at all, but then his mother’s voice came to his head again, “Be a good boy Marcel,”

He moved away with a groan as if he just made the toughest decision. Arianna’s refusal was nothing to him, Marcel knew if he just grabbed and squeezed her ass a bit, taking her lips in a firm kiss, Arianna would forget why she was even refusing him in the first place. Yeah, he was that good with a woman’s body.

But here he was, making little sacrifices.

Arianna was honestly surprised when Marcel stopped, she was planning on putting up a fight but he made it easy for the both of them.

“What now?” He growled, their body pressed closer.

She took a step back.

“We should set some boundaries between us. I might be your prisoner but I have my rights and one of them involves you not touching me like that. We are not romantically involved nor am I one of your sluts, so you don’t get to do that! It’s against the law and my fundamental right as a human,” Arianna told him.

“Is that the reason for the whole drama?”

“What?” Arianna was confused by his question.

“That dance earlier, the ‘you don’t own me thing’ that was for me, wasn’t it? You were trying to send a message to me, weren’t you?” Marcel demanded an answer.

Marcel had an intimidating aura yet Arianna refused to be scared. If she doesn’t stand up to him, it would be late in the future.

“Yes,” She said boldly, holding his gaze, ” And I hope the message reached home,”

“Of course, it did, Crystal clear. However....” Marcel took a step forward and hooked his arm around her waist, grinding her hips against his hard-on to show her what she was doing to him.

He went on, “But someone keeps forgetting that I’m not a gentleman and I do what I like,”

Arianna bared her teeth at him, producing a hiss.

“Cute kitty,” He mocked, infuriating her the more.

Arianna glared at him intensely. He should have his fun now but one day, she would hurt him where it hurts most.

“However for the sake of fairness plus the fact that someone thinks I’m head over heels in love with her just because I spanked her butt a few times, let her get off my fingers and kissed her neck,” He added with laughter, “We haven’t even had our first kiss yet,”

She blushed at his crude words before scowling at him, the nerve of him to joke around. And when did she even think he liked her – maybe a little. In her imagination. Whatever.

“I would respect your boundaries and would not initiate any sexual intimacy with you without your consent, however, the same rule applies to me,”

“What?” Arianna was stunned by the announcement.

Marcel leaned closer and whispered into her ears, “In one word, what I’m trying to say is that if you want to kiss me, honey, you’d have to beg for it,”

“What?!” Arianna shouted, astounded. Her eyes were wide, why would she want to kiss him?

She glowered at him, “I think you would that advice more. Between the both of us, you are the one that has been unable to keep his hands to himself,”

But Marcel retorted, “Says the one who has been eyefucking me since the day we met,”

Arianna gritted her teeth, angered.

“We’d see who buckles in first,” she challenged him.

“Ooh,” Marcel laughed, “I like where this is heading,” He said and then slowly ran his tongue sexily over his lower lips before biting on it gently and Arianna noticed every move.

Her breath deepened until she looked up to see the amusement in his eyes. Marcel was confident at winning this battle.

“You asshole!” She pushed him away with all of her might so he could trip and fall to his butt. Sadly, none of that happened.

“God, this is so funny. It’s just so sad, you would be leaving tomorrow,”

And of course, leave it to Marcel to ruin the mood.

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